Aerosol Bouquet - Past Lives

Sing a song for the trashcan moon

Shines like a guillotine, beams like a bruise

Such a sight

I had to look away

The sun tried to rise on two broken legs

Sing a song, melted plastic sea

Crawling to the beach drunk on chlorine

Such a sight

Too graphic to wash

Fed our future to an angry mob

Sing a song to your bride to be

Aerosol bouquet, gnashing her teeth

Such a sight

We built ourselves

Heaven was taken so we moved to hell